A loud party of animals

A crab on a moonlit shore
walks and talks as a troubadour.
With one leg behind his head
and one leg behind his leg
and one leg behind his arm
he works indentured on the ocean's farm.
His bipedal brothers seek a mast
over which a bird flies and past
the drunken boat of drunken France
crabs replenish with their pearl-and-lance.
The desert he came from was Babel
the languages long since turned to rabble
and the men to stone, and the women to myth
     all hollow on the party they're with

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~ by Jeremy on May 10, 2009.

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